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Post by Anton Nystrom on Jun 4, 2014 21:06:38 GMT
The warm comfort was something that Anton was all too willing to fall into, even if he wasn't even used to it. They were lying next to each other, nearly taking up all the bed but still impossibly close. Anton found himself, once again, looking at Athie's hair; for some reason, he saw it as quite metaphorical. It was wild, but still tamed. He saw Athie in that hair, even though that made no sense. He saw Athie, his crazy eccentricities and wonderful caring, in the wild hair that he sported. Maybe Anton just had a thing for good hair. Athie put a hand on Anton's arm and began rubbing it back and forth. A quiet voice in Anton's head was snickering and wondering if Athie was trying to tell Anton something, but Anton ignored it. The "thank you" from before, for some reason, made Anton feel quite mushy and warm inside. It was amazing to Anton that he could actually make Athie this happy. He always enjoyed seeing the man happy, ever since that rather strange night at the bar. Athie managed to carry this aura whenever he was happy, spreading it for everyone to share. Anton curiously wondered if Athie knew about this trait, but he didn't think to mention it. "Will you tell people?" Athie asked suddenly, catching Anton a bit off guard. "Cedric? Your friends?" To be honest, Anton didn't know if he would. He saw no reason to hide it, but he also saw no reason to share it. In a sense, he sort of simply... wanted it to be. He didn't want to make a big deal about it, whether that was hiding it or sharing it. "You don't have to, if you don't want to. I mean, I don't know if Draknrhedi have a policy about shagging civilians or not." Anton smiled at the wording, knowing some adorable fumbling was about to come. "Not shagging! I didn't mean that. I mean, you know, Drakonrhedi seeing to civilians- No! Not 'seiing to, not like that, but-" Athie finally gave up on his wording, instead deciding to hope that Anton knew what Athie meant. Of course, Athie still probably felt a bit embarrassed, and that only made Anton smile more (he had no clue why the embarrassed Athie was so adorable). The jumbled man gave a sheepish smile as he rested his forehead against Anton's. The closeness was nice to Anton, and somewhere inside of him was telling him "closer, closer, closer!" It was hard to ignore, but for now, he simply desired to be as happy as he could. "You know what I meant," Athie finally said. Athie began to stroke Anton's arm again, continuing the subtle back and forth over the muscles in the forearm. In fact, Athie seemed to be fixated on the arm. Was he curious about the muscles? Or did he simply enjoy them? The musing was interrupted by voice: "You know earlier when you asked me if I had a thing for a guy in uniform, and I said no?" The pause was unexpected; this wasn't a pause because Athie didn't know what to say, it was a pause because he knew exactly what he was going to say. The rubbing of Anton's arm stopped, and instead it moved up to his collar, where it played with the buttons gently, almost wanting to tease it undone, not forcing it out. This was a strange feeling for Anton. He almost always felt like he was in control of these situations, but now he felt like Athie was? A submissive force him stirred, but he enjoyed it nonetheless. "I lied." To be honest, that didn't surprise Anton. He seemed so unsure of himself (but not in a way that indicated displeasure) when Anton was playing with Athie before, all dressed up in his uniform. In a way, one could say that Athie seemed like he didn't know how to respond to the pleasure when Anton was playing with him. He didn't want to make it obvious, but he didn't want to deny it either. Anton certainly knew this feeling, but shoved those thoughts to the side. "I know. I was just playing with you before, seeing if I could get you to admit it." Anton put his hand over Athie's, the one that was playing with his collar, and used his other to undo the buttons rather quickly. He didn't know why he was doing this, simply that he was. After the buttons were undone, he guided Athie's hand to the exposed part of his chest. It felt nice, having a hand pressed against him. He enjoyed the comfort and closeness. "I like this. Just. I like it when you touch me. It feels nice." Anton knew about the other implications that his words had, but he ignored them, instead deciding to answer the question that Anton had before. "As for keeping all of this a secret? I don't know. I wasn't going to tell anyone, but I wasn't going to do anything to hide it. If I wanted to hug you, or kiss you, or whatever. I would. I don't care who was around. But at the same time, I don't see the point in telling everyone. I'm happy to simply be with you."A small sigh came from Anton; he wasn't entirely sure what he was doing. So instead of focusing on what was said, he focused on the hand he was keeping pressed against his chest. He guided it to run across the collarbones, letting them feel the structure beneath his skin. "This makes me happy... And I don't know why. But I don't think I care."
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Post by Athuraadd Fallonkreath on Jun 4, 2014 23:26:48 GMT
"I know. I was just playing with you before, seeing if I could get you to admit it."
One corner of Athie's top row of teeth snagged his bottom lip underneath, looking away a little sheepishly as he was reminded - yet again - he wasn't one for subtlety. Even so, it wasn't as if he would've liked to keep it a secret from Anton, rather, it filled him with this warm glow that the tiro knew and -furthermore, was so accepting of that trait.
Still, it raised a few mental questions in Athie's mind as to why he suddenly found the Drakonrhedi uniform as intriguing as he did. Maybe it was because he'd spent nearly his entire life with the rough, unorganized rabble of viking warriors and suddenly he was exposed to a very new, very different sort of force? Maybe it was the feeling of protection that warmed to his vulnerable nature?
Or maybe, said his mind in that irritatingly teasing voice, it's the person underneath the uniform.
Athie probably shouldn't be thinking about what was underneath Anton's uniform. Unfortunately, for him, Anton appeared to have other ideas.
The Drakonrhedi's hand fell on Athie's own, causing him to cease his fiddling almost instantly and freezing in position, fearful that maybe Anton was going to chastise him for it. Anton's touch was so warm and gentle however, it was hard to believe that his reasons were for a scolding purpose. And to Athie's inward joy, they weren't. With his free hand, Anton swiftly unpopped the other buttons on his shirt, revealing underneath his bare chest, and the breath in Athie's throat hitched a little, although he prayed that wasn't too obvious. (It probably was.)
Anton's skin was a pale ivory, sculpted beautifully against his muscles, which were toned but not overly exaggerated. Smooth, almost delicate looking but still subtly powerful. Athie wasn't sure if he should look away, but he found himself transfixed, jaw going slack. He was finally snapped back into his senses when he felt Anton navigate his hand to his pectorals, placing it gently against that soft skin. Athie could practically hear his own heartbeat as the word 'sadist' repeated over and over again in his mind.
"I like this. Just. I like it when you touch me. It feels nice."
The flush in Athie's cheeks that spread through his entire face and coloured his ears conveyed that Athie too, was a fan of this situation. He swallowed hard, Anton's approval of his touch giving him an inwardly warm glow that surfaced as a small but genuine smile. "You feel nice." he responded shyly, hoping his words would be well received.
"As for keeping all of this a secret? I don't know. I wasn't going to tell anyone, but I wasn't going to do anything to hide it. If I wanted to hug you, or kiss you, or whatever. I would. I don't care who was around. But at the same time, I don't see the point in telling everyone. I'm happy to simply be with you."
At this, Athie's smile grew into a warm grin, eyes glimmering. He was vaguely aware that the room was darkening as evening fell fast, but the warm glow of nearby candles kept a cosy atmosphere.
In all honesty, he wouldn't of been bothered with whatever Anton's decision was; his own opinion was very much the same regardless. He wasn't ashamed of his feelings, any embarrassment he displayed came from his own inward fear of rejection or inevitably messing something up. If people wanted to talk, let them, Athie could just be happy with Anton's approval.
Your brothers would probably have something to say on the matter, noted a warning in his mind, and Athie nearly visibly flinched.
Anton directed Athie's hand towards the upper regions of his exposed torso, and Athie felt his fingers lightly graze over the slight protruding of the tiro's collarbone. Athie had to be careful, lest he enjoy this sensation a little too much.
"This makes me happy... And I don't know why. But I don't think I care."
Athie looked up from Anton's collarbone and deep into the other man's eyes, his round, glimmering pools of hazel staring intently into the vast, blueness of Anton's. There was a light smile on Athie's face, his typical characteristically plucky smile, one that was just pure happiness, and nothing else. He reckoned Anton would be treated to many more of those smiles. "Remember what I said earlier about being soppy?" he teased, but the warmth in his voice suggested he rather liked it.
Rather unsubtly, Athie stole a glance back down to Anton's chest, his fingers now finding their own course and traveling down the middle line of the tiro's pectoral muscles. It was with a stark realization that Athie discovered he wasn't exactly sure why he was doing this, but he liked to think it had something to do with his family tree. "You really are a soldier..." he breathed, forgetting himself a little, as if his thoughts (that probably should've stayed thoughts) managed to manifest themselves despite Anton's presence.
Athie's free hand suddenly fell against the collar of his own shirt, and he looked down at himself a little sheepishly as he chewed his bottom lip. He believed himself to be nowhere near as physically impressive as Anton, and his sudden embarrassment highlighted his increasing insecurity. He knew it was silly deep down, after all, he wasn't a warrior, would Anton really expect the body of a soldier underneath his simple attire? Athie doubted it, but it didn't defeat his self-consciousness. The touch of his own hand on Anton's skin had seemed so nice for Anton, that Athie desperately wanted to feel the same sensation, but he didn't know how to ask or how to even show it for all his shyness.
"Anton...I, urm..." The request fell flat in his throat and Athie squeezed his eyes shut, ashamed that even a few words had managed to surface, and now the suggestion of a question hung limply in the air.
Tags: Anton NystromInspiration: errrrrrr Notes: i can't stop with this fluff i just can't so bootiful
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Post by Anton Nystrom on Jun 8, 2014 3:29:54 GMT
There was a smile that lit Athie's face like a fire. It was a smile that made Anton smile. And then that was that, with Athie's hand against Anton's chest, it was perhaps one of the best feelings in the world. He liked being touched in such an affectionate manner. Childhood, comfort, peace -- all those things were brought back as the hand gently went across the skin; with every crevice and crest the hand brushed against, Anton sunk deeper and deeper into the lull of repose. Anton, with his eyes closed, his head resting against the pillow, and his hand atop Athie's hand, was so deep in his relaxation that he missed the subtle flinch that Athie gave. If he were to see it, the relaxation would be disturbed, but if he managed to mend what pain had been caused, he would be even happier. Disruption may hurt at first, but the right kinds of conflict can lead to even greater happiness. In a zen way, the world was about balance. Right now, Anton believed it to be very balanced. He had suffered in the past; he had lost his mentor, his clan, his familial ties, his friends from home, and even some of the friends from the Drakonborg. But now, that suffering was being made up for by the beautiful man that was sitting next to him. His hand was mending the horrors of the past, gently caressing Anton's skin and renewing it for fights to come. Athie's voice was a summer wind blowing through the hazy, comfortable slumber: "Remember what I said about about being soppy?" The voice carried the hints of jest, but a warm jest that sunk into the skin as happiness; it was jest that carried truth on both sides. Anton was being soppy, but so was Athie -- and they were both enjoying it immensely so. The finger that was only moments ago trailing the gentle curve of Anton's collar bone now found its way down the sternum, the valley between the ribs. The change in motion caused Anton to look at his eyes, and he saw Athie with awe painted on his face. A curious confusion spread through Anton's mind, unsure of where Athie was going with his current train of thought. The answer came quickly, much to Anton's relief. "You really are a soldier..." Athie murmured, though the awe was still painted on his face as plainly as words in a book. The gears in Anton's mind clicked into place; its efforts were not in vain; Athie was enjoying (or perhaps even envious* of) the muscles of Anton, and that caused him to think of their purpose. A slightly more bitter realization came along with this, though Anton wasn't sure if Athie had realized it or not: Anton was a soldier, a dog of the Drakonrhedi, a being who would be forced to kill if need be, a person that could easily be killed. The subtle unease of these thoughts caused the infinite repose to be cracked like glass -- not quite shattered yet. Through the cracks slipped Anton's fears and worries: Would Athie be okay if the worst happened to Anton? Would Athie be okay with Anton killing someone? Would Athie be okay with Anton leaving for his duties? Would Athie be okay with the other Drakonrhedi? Would the other Drakonrhedi be okay with Athie? Clink. Tink. The cracks were getting bigger and bigger, more and more was slipper through. It was odd, in a way, how Athie's and Anton's unease happened at the same time when they were so closely connected. Perhaps it was because their fears were connected, or perhaps it was because their emotions were already bound to each other. Whatever the case, Anton didn't even noticed Athie's subtle discomfort until the quiet voice came out and shattered the relaxation that he was trying to mend. Although he could no longer be in his infinite repose as he was (and even that was bound to have been destroyed one way or another), he was glad he could notice Athie's discomfort. Athie's comfort was just as important to Anton as his own. "Anton... I, urm..." The words stained the air with questions: what was Athie trying to say? Was he okay? Was he upset? Did he regret his choices? Did he realize he didn't like Anton as much? Fear was spreading as it did: using itself to become more and more powerful. **Anton shifted in the bed, getting into more of a "sitting up" position. His hand (the one that was previously on Athie's) went to rest on Athie's shoulder; his other hand took the hand that was by Athie's own collar. The Tiro leaned in a bit, not close enough to touch, but close enough that he could feel Athie's breath. "Look, Athie... Don't be afraid to ask me anything. Just say it. I promise I won't be upset. I promise that no matter what it is, I'll understand." Anton smiled and leaned in to kiss the tip of Athie's nose briefly. "Just stop worrying, okay?"Tags: Athuraadd FallonkreathInspiration: Chillstep, of all things. DON'T JUDGE ME. Notes: *This refers to the more archaic definition of envy, which is basically "lust or resentful longing for something [that they do not have]". **Uh, this paragraph may be hard to visualize. But, I'll simplify it here. BEFORE: Lying down on back with Athie next to him, sitting on his knees? AFTER: Sitting across from Athie, almost with Athie in his lap. Idk if that helps. Sorry if this sucks. :<
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Post by Athuraadd Fallonkreath on Jun 8, 2014 18:38:40 GMT
"Look, Athie... Don't be afraid to ask me anything. Just say it. I promise I won't be upset. I promise that no matter what it is, I'll understand."
If it had been any other situation, Athie might have missed it, but because he was so locked into Anton's gaze, he honed in on it instantly; the sudden glint in the eyes, the slight twitch of the brow, signs that denoted a fleeting sensation of worry. Athie was a regular patron to such a feeling, so of course he spotted it easily when in the company of others. He was a little perplexed; what did Anton have to be worried about? He couldn't be self-concious about his own bodily structure in front of Athie, not when he revealed his bare torso so freely. After all, that's what Athie was worried about.
Could it be then that Anton suspected the cause of Athie's fretting was always down to something so dramatic? Surprisingly, Athie thought that was quite kind of him, to assume Athie wouldn't be so silly as to sweat the small stuff. He knew deep down that worrying about his lack of physical impressiveness was a juvenile thing, but, he wanted so desperately for Anton to see him in a good light, his personal judgement was a little clouded to say the least.
Then again, it was amusing (although Athie kept that hidden) how Anton seemed to think the situation was a lot worse than it was, it was almost quite...Athie-like, one might even say.
"Just stop worrying, okay?"
The gentle dab of Anton's lips on his nose was well-received, Athie uttering a small noise of contentment as the affection was given. How could he be so foolish to worry when he had Anton nearby? Anton who understood and who was patient with him, and that was more than Athie could say for other people in his life. Athie gave Anton a small but warm smile, eyes so soft they look like they could melt, "I'll try." he responded, voice nearly like a squeak. With that, he bit his lip, knowing that Anton would be expecting him to continue now.
With a little hesitation, he shifted himself a little closer to Anton, not almost entirely on the other man's lap, using the contact he had on his shoulder for gentle support. He looked up nervously into Anton's deep, blue eyes and swallowed hard before looking back down at himself. With his free hand, he reached up and pawed almost at the fabric of his shirt, nails clinking softly as they scratched the buttons. "I...I er..." Oh gods this was going to sound so stupid- "I thought maybe this was the part where, urm, I was supposed to let you do the same thing to me...with the bare chest and everything. It's just-" He looked up again, eyes round and innocent, "-you seemed to really like it before and I thought...maybe..you could, I don't know, do it to me too?" His eyes fell once more, "It's just I don't think I look as good as you do."
His mind was doing somersaults; What are you doing? Why are you acting so pitiful? He won't like you if you're so weak. Be more like your brothers!
That was probably the worst piece of advice he could've selected for himself, and yet...
Athie swallowed hard.
Just undo one button, that's all you need to do! If he doesn't mind, great, if he does, he won't reciprocate. Simple. Just do something!
With the breath hitching in his throat, Athie found one single button under his finger and quickly, before he could think twice, unhooked the bead from its slot, the top of his shirt flipping open with a small pop. The only trouble was, under the thick knot of his bandana, his measly efforts didn't reveal very much, well - not as much as Anton anyway.
Athie looked a little sheepish then, trying to weakly smile despite himself, and slipped his arms around Anton's neck, pulling them both closer because Athie simply longed for the comfort. Their noses bumped gently against one another and Athie's smile grew a little with the support of the warmth he was receiving.
"I don't know why I feel embarrassed," he admitted, voice soft and low, "It's you, I shouldn't be with you, but...I suppose I just wanted you to be as impressed with me as I was with you." A small noise of amusement escaped his lips, "I mean come on, wouldn't be with you like this if I wasn't impressed. I wouldn't hold you, or kiss you, or-" A brief flash of mischief, "-or do this." With that, he suddenly leaned backwards, pulling Anton with him, landing so that he was now lying on his back with the tiro half on top of him, almost at an angle. Athie kept his arms linked behind Anton's neck, smiling wide, "And, obviously, I wouldn't love you if I didn't find you so amazing. I can change, I can get better, but you? Don't you ever change, alright?"
Tags: Anton NystromInspiration: this post is fluffier than a newborn lamb Notes: omg kai should interrupt after Anton's next post or whatevs just when they think they might actually get jiggy with it and then kai's like 'nope cockblock let's go athie' and then anton's all 'blue balls '
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Post by Anton Nystrom on Jun 12, 2014 12:55:53 GMT
There was such an innocence to this flight of love between the two men: it was pure, simple, archaic even. To be honest, it was the love that was written in books and caused many men to groan at the sound of it. It was the loved that was beyond soppy and into the depths of overly-sweet. The worst part was Anton loved it too much to give it up. Athie seemed more embarrassed than usual, fiddling with his hands in the way he always did. Anton loved that little thing about him, how he played with his hands. Sometimes he wished he could play with them too.. But he thought it’d be impolite to ask. The shy man eventually managed to stammer out a few words: ”I thought maybe this was the part where, urm, I was supposed to let you do the same thing to me… with the bare chest and everything. It’s just--” A small pause. His innocent, pure, and beautiful eyes looked up into Anton’s, showing fear and embarrassment, but also love and expression. ”It’s just I don’t think I look as good as you do.”For the briefest of moments, those words didn’t register in Anton’s mind. It seemed ridiculous. What was that combination of words even supposed to mean? “Anton” and “not looking good” weren’t compatible. Eventually, when the stupid little brain figured everything out, a smile appeared on Anton’s face. Of course it was something silly, something tiny that Athie was worrying about. It was Athie, after all. The Tiro gently kissed the other’s forehead once more. He noticed that Athie was beginning to undo the buttons on his shirt, so he simply let him continue with that. As Athie was working (shakily, admittedly) on undoing his buttons, Anton continued to serenade the peaks of Athie’s face with gentle kisses, letting his lips brush against the smooth skin, but not quite connecting fully, and breathing in to gather the man’s aroma. When Athie finished, he sheepishly looked up to Anton (who had taken his head away as he noticed the fumbling of hands had stopped). The undone button revealed next to nothing, and Athie obviously noticed this himself. His hands gave up with the buttons and wrapped around Anton, pulling them together in a comfortable hug. The noses of the two men gently bumped against each other, and with that, Anton smiled. I don’t know why I feel embarrassed,” Athie began, speaking softly in the way he did when he was talking to more than just the person in front of him. ”It’s you; I shouldn’t be with you, but… I suppose I just wanted you to be as impressed with me as I was with you. I mean, come on, I wouldn’t be with you like this if I wasn’t impressed. I wouldn’t hold you, or kiss you, or do this--”They tumbled together, backwards, so now Anton was on top of Athie, almost a reverse of just a few minutes ago. ”And, obviously, I wouldn’t love you if I didn’t find you so amazing. I can change, I can get better, but you? Don’t you ever change, all right?”It was a bit odd for Anton: why did this man love him so much? For a moment, he simply sunk into the comforting embrace of Athie, feeling the love spread through him once more, filling his blood and touching every end of his body. Eventually, the rest of the speech came through to Anton’s head: Athie felt like he was less. Now, despite being selfish, cruel, and sometimes even sociopathic, Anton cared about the few he loved. It would not do for the one he loved to have such low thoughts of himself. It would not do at all. Being as blunt as ever, Anton raised his head and found his lips to Athie’s, so they were connected in a deep kiss. Deeper than most of the kisses Anton gave (he was embarrassed, but he wouldn’t admit that). With that, his hand slid to Athie’s side, brushed under his shirt, and lifted the fabric upwards, beginning to take the shirt off. The motion stopped at the bandana (which, even if it weren’t there, would have been where Anton would have stopped because arms are a thing). He arms slid behind Athie’s neck and began to untie the bandana, and then when that was done, he started to slip Athie’s shirt off more and more, forcing Athie’s arms into the proper position. When the deed was done, he broke off from his kiss and simply smiled. There was a type of mischief in his eyes that seemed fuel him, and when the mischief lit up like a firework, he rested his head on Athie’s chest. Sure, it was not as muscular as Anton’s, nor was it in a fighting condition, but it was a beautiful body. Anton began to give gentle kisses all across the chest, beginning with the collarbone and making his way down the sternum. And then, the work of the devils.
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Post by Kai Raske on Jun 12, 2014 13:13:12 GMT
That damn officer. He had to make Kai do aaaalll this stupid work because some idiots decided to run off. They were Tiros! Kai was an Iduneus! He was supposed to have to take less orders from other Drakonrhedi, not finish up their work! Why was this world so unfaaaaaaiiiir? The annoyed Kai stopped to think about his surroundings as he got below deck. He realized that Athie never made it back to his room (he knew that Athie would never make back, he just hoped someone responsible would find him), but had to figure out a way to find him. Kai didn't know where on the Drakonborg Athie could be right now, so he mostly just had to guess. His plan of action was the following: check the main social areas of the below deck region (there were only a few), then hop into cat form and try to detect a scent. If he couldn't, then he would have to start asking around. He definitely didn't want to do that; Athie wasn't a Drakonrhedi, so the potential for unfun things to happen was quite high. Kai wasn't a fan of unfun things, even if he was a mischievous man. However, his plan of action changed when he passed his room. He decided that his clothes were not what he was in the mood to wear, so he changed once more. Because he was going to be below deck, he could dress more freely (as he so loved), and chose to wear his favourite "summer" outfit. It was free and gentle wear; even in the below deck regions, it still was a bit chilly for Kai in this outfit. That was perfectly all right by his standards though -- cold and happy was better than warm and frustrated. His journey for Athie led him to a few of the social gathering rooms around the below-deck regions. Some of them had a few people in there (mostly Tiros) but after quickly glancing through them, he saw no Athie. A few Tiros even asked what he was looking for, to which he responded "Plants!". Athie smelled quite thoroughly of plants, so it was just a response that Kai thought of to avoid answering that he was looking for a civilian. After checking all the rooms where Athie was likely to be, Kai found it unavoidable... He was forced into his cat form. While he didn't particularly dislike the cat form, he found that he was much more vicious and unforgiving. He didn't know why or what caused it; all he knew is that he preferred to avoid it. Shifting into his cat form, he immediately recognized the thick smell of earthiness and a hint of leaves nearby. The smell was masqueraded by sweat and... Something metallic, but Kai managed to pick it out regardless. He wondered if the metallic smell was from the outfit he forced Athie to wear? That didn't make any sense though, as it should have been freshly cleaned, more of a floral and soapy smell. The cause of the metallic smell was quite unpleasant for Kai to find out. He was sitting in Anton's room, one of the least respectable Tiros on the whole damn ship. Sure, Anton was an amazing fighter, had beautiful display of magic, and was wonderful helping people who deserved to be helped. But when Anton got bored... Things weren't fun for weaker Tiros. He was selfish, cruel, and heartless, and he pretended that all of that was okay because he helped people out when they needed it. It made Kai quite upset actually. So upset that he didn't even think to knock or open the door. He shifted out of his cat formed and burst through the door, ready to yell at Anton for stealing away such an innocent man. What he saw was... Well, Kai was somewhere between ashamed, furious, and confused. Athie was shirtless, Anton was kissing Athie's chest, and Athie seemed to... Enjoy it? "...uh, what?" was all that Kai could manage. |
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Post by Athuraadd Fallonkreath on Jun 12, 2014 23:07:35 GMT
As Athie had been awkwardly fumbling with his damn shirt button, any irritation that might've wormed its way into his mind was instantly dissolved when the soft touch of Anton's lips peppered his face, lighter than freckles and softer than velvet, making Athie nearly forget what he was doing. Inwardly, Athie longed to have those lips on him properly, but he could be more than satisfied having this sort of affection planted upon him. He wanted to completely cease what he was doing and just soak in the contact, but still he pushed on, as if he had something to prove, an inward determination that was blemished slightly by his visible nerves. But with every kiss, these nerves just seemed to fade away into nothing, leaving only warmth and security in his place.
So you can imagine how he felt when Anton's lips crashed against his in a deep but passionate kiss. His eyes went a little wide, not really expecting such a forceful impact. A small, surprised squeak almost voiced itself from Athie's mouth but quickly became lost in Anton's, the tiro effortlessly plucking the breath away from the helpless individual beneath him. Of course, Athie reciprocated, his arms tensing around Anton, bringing him closer, Athie not wanting the barrage of warmth to end. When they eventually came apart, Athie was panting gently, eyes half lidded and face fully flushed, but he wasn't given much time to recover. Before he could really register what was happening, Anton had slipped his hand under Athie's shirt and was palming the skin underneath, catching on sensitive points Athie didn't even know he had. The smaller viking bit his lip nervously, loving the delicate touch but at the same time completely dreading how his body was going to react. Anton's hand advanced and eventually found itself behind Athie's neck and was expertly untying the knot of his bandana. Athie felt his body unwillingly tense; he hardly ever took his bandana, it was a reminder of his home, his family, his clan, everything he held dear. To remove it...well, he felt naked, in all honesty. But...isn't that what you did with someone you loved? Wasn't that part of it? Not just that, but Anton was another person Athie held dear...didn't he have the right to see Athie in his most fragile, vulnerable state? That was also part of it too, wasn't it?
In a strange way, the two of them, Anton and Athie, were two people heading into the unknown. The unknown being that dreaded and taboo subject of love, romance, whatever. They were two very different people as well; Anton probably sticking well clear from these sorts of emotions because of his duty, his responsibilities. Athie had done so because of fear and uncertainty. And yet... Athie found himself taking comfort in the fact that despite their differences, they were heading into that scary unknown together.
It soon registered with Athie that not only his bandana, but now his shirt had now left his body, leaving him shirtless and ever so slightly shaking underneath Anton. The shaking might have been down to nerves, but it also could've been down to anticipation, but Athie wasn't sure. Then again, he didn't have much time to ponder that thought anyway, as Anton continued his welcome assault, decorating Athie's chest with light touches of his lips, breaking any shred of concentration Athie had left. It was with a dull realization that Athie noted these kisses were heading southwards on his body.
Oh gods what do I do is he actually going to -
He let out a series of mews and squeaks, one hand finding itself gripping Anton's hair. "Anton...I..." His voice was nearly a whimper, but his expression was far from disapproval, and Athie mentally cursed his body for being so complacent. When Anton's lips grazed across a bundle of nerves just under his ribcage, Athie sucked a gasping breath in through his teeth, realising with horror just how complacent his body was.
Suddenly there was a loud smack, the sound of wood hitting wood as the door flew open and in stormed a disgruntled looking Kai. At least, Athie thought it was Kai - it was sort of hard to see from his angle. The Iduneus looked as if he was ready for a shouting match, but as soon as he laid eyes on the situation he halted dead in his tracks.
"...uh, what?"
Letting out a surprised yelp (because how on earth was he meant to respond?) Athie sat bolt upright, his embarrassment of being caught in a potentially compromising situation and the fact he had his shirt off very evident in his red cheeks. Of course, he sat up a little too quickly and -of course- without thinking clearly, and in his panic, he'd forgotten about the height restriction that came with Anton's raised bed and proceeded to thump his head against the ceiling of the compact room.
He let out an indignant 'Oof', the shock of the impact catching him more off guard than the numb pain that followed shortly after. His hand came to his hand, tightly clutching at the sore point of impact, face scrunched up with a pained grimace. Of course, he soon remember the cause of his minor injury, and his eyes widened once they'd fallen on the alarmed Kai once more.
"Kai!" he squeaked, stating the obvious as per usual, "I, urm, hi Kai!" He tried to smile a welcome, but it fell flat as he awkwardly tried to shuffle behind Anton, using the tiro's more...clothed state as a means of hiding his own dignity. "Sort of, urm, went...exploring by myself for a bit."
He instantly winced. Gods, could you have picked a worse phrase, you utter berk?
Tags: Anton Nystrom, Kai RaskeInspiration: kefsrgdhdthsf urr what inspiration Notes: sorry this felt way too explicit at parts lelz but it's okay because they didn't bang in the end right also it's short and it's sucks boooooooooooo
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